Complete Concentration Treblinka forever lies over my U.S. hills Where trains do roll through my childhood still Day skies darken and night skies glow Fertilized grass, green and grows Over the dead and dying souls Stuffed headfirst in living holes All-American Boy Born 19__ My skull-white moon shines above While whore-forced Jew makes camp-time love Death is sought as end of whole Not so when my cattle train rolls Across stone bridges the boxcars slide Clickity-clack buries star-crossed sighs All-American Boy Born 1__ Beyond dry creeks my train flies past Drunken driver blows a final blast Our Polish vodka kills the pain Shots drown screams in snow and rain Trains connect from miles around To dump their load in my hometown All-American Boy Born Childhood recalls trains as fun Now they warn to forget its run The train returns, swift with lightened load And travels back to the deadman’s road Cars all packed with skintight bone I don’t listen to those alone All-American Boy Bo Sidetracked screams waif about my fears Fresh smoked flesh distilled my tears I’ve a drunken knowledge of what I’ve done I know it all, yet told no one All-American Boy Like the Hitler’s mid-wife in Braunau I knew of horror, then and now Rosa Horl delivered our devil’s kin I knew him well and let him in All-American My heart raved against the bastard’s “murderous race!” Yet the Hebrew, a queer, any “ist” could take my place Christian screams rang in my ears But nothing took, nothing near I knew of torture, yet told no one Never admit what I had done All-America “They,” occupied us from within “We,” decreed it their deadly sin Our Headmen ordered and turned their backs While I laid the state-run tracks Trooped in lines towards well-scrubbed shacks Freed ash rose from store bought stacks All-Americ Red embers swirled in a dull black night Kike crazed communist on gypsied flight Fires raged hotter and my time grew short Still I had nothing to report All Ame Cremains flew higher than I could go Condemned to silence for what I know All A Their smell no longer spreads earthbound Its stench became my sacred ground Blood-dried trails line the path I plod I dare not touch the blistered sod From this soiled earth, truth could grow With seeds of hate from what I know All Now my stifled screams ring mountain peaks I lived gagged, I cannot speak My tribe once sung “Fight till our new man comes” But I fear him like my father’s son A For I am that old man whose mind does reek I wait silently, never once I speak
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 15:30:40 +0000
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